BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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Two and a half years ago.
"You can stop staring."
"I'm not staring," I say returning my attention to Kai, "looks to me like you were staring." He taunts and he knows it pisses me off, I was staring. I was entranced by Elizabeth Young. Someone I shouldn't be entranced by. Someone, I shouldn't even think about, let alone stare at from across the room.
"You're such a bad liar," Kai points out, I watch as his gaze travels around the room. I know where his sight goes, "don't even think about it," I speak more harshly than before. Kai needs to be warned. "What?" He asks but doesn't look at me, "stay away from her," I command rather than request. "What are you talking about?" He questions and this time he looks at me, "Sofia Lewis," I know from sources and from being Alex's friend, that she's his niece.
My eyes go straight to my father and hers who are in a deep conversation. One I could take a guess what about. "Don't go near her," I highlight my point to Kai who is fully focused on the girl who's dancing with a Pazi. Not Giovanni though, instead he's in a conversation with Elizabeth Young. The girl who hasn't stopped looking at me.
"Don't worry— she's not my type," Kai responds with more snark than he'd like to admit. His now attention moved on to the next girl, "I could say the same about you," he remarks just before my mom makes her way towards us. "Boys," she greets us before tipping her champagne glass to mine, "drinking again?" She asks in concern, she knows I can't say— she also knows I drink to sleep. "Of course, I have to drink if I want to stay sane in a place like this."
Clearly not my idea of fun, but rather my father's.
The Pazis' annual party to celebrate some shit— fuck knows, they keep it locked. Everyone of elite status, or from mafia families comes and pays their respect, from my calculations we have in presence: The Italian Mafia, The French Famille, The Chicago Outfit being the Pazi, plus from some strange reason— The West. We have no issues with the West at the moment, but in my gut, I know they'll be a problem. A major one.
"Where's your brother?" My mom questions as she looks around the room, "probably found some poor girl to torture," Kai says in a bored tone, despite him being only seventeen he's had to grow up quickly, we all have. When I turn twenty I'll be the capo of the New York Famille, we all assumed Blake would because he's the eldest, however, my father has other plans for him. "Don't be a dick," my mom curses which are once in a blue moon for her, "when you find your brother, tell him I want him." Kai nods but I know he'll forget, he'll get hooked on something else, "will do," I respond.
"Right," mom says before downing the rest of her champagne in one chug, "I need to go make conversation." She offers a smile before walking away toward a group of ladies at a nearby table. "She hates it," Kai says, the only truth he'll admit.
Mom does hate this part of being married to the head of a mafia family, she hates the making of small talk. She hates how limited her conversations have to be, and despises it. Yet, for some odd reason, she loves my father. Young love, if you will. I call it getting knocked up at sixteen and can't give birth out of wedlock. She had to marry my father, he wouldn't raise a child of his while he was married to someone else. He obviously pissed off my grandfather in the process but he says he wouldn't change a thing.
